Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.